On the way to school
When I was much younger
Many years ago
There was a strange shop
That sold knitted dolls
Called The Fox Hollow
No one ever went in
Or ever came out
The front of the shop
Was in need of repair
And in need of repair –
Inside no doubt
The Fox Hollow
It’s hard to describe
Almost Tim Burtonian in style
With it’s knitted dolls
On a dusty display
The kind your grandmother
Made in her day
It’s long gone
No evidence of it ever being there
Perhaps I dreamt it
Perhaps it exists somewhere.
Written in 2012.
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